Sunday 24 December 2000

Narrator: Things have gotten just a little bit out of hand...

Breya: Tagon, one of your men is fighting with an elephant.

Tagon: Looks like Corporal Nicholson. How's he doing?

Breya: I don't care how he's doing. I want you to break it up!

Tagon: Oh. I kind of wanted to see who wins.

Breya: Fine. I'll just take care of this myself.

SFX: MORPH

Breya: Hey, Dumbo!

SFX: THRUMMM

SFX: STUNNNN

Luna Terrorist: That's enough! Nobody Move!

Luna Terrorist: I've got this nifty plasgun, now, and I'm not afraid to use it on you, hot cheeks.

SFX: THRUMMMSTUNNNN

Luna Terrorist: UNNNnnnnnhhh

SFX: THUD

Breya: Hot cheeks, my butt.

Schlock: I think those were the very cheeks to which he was, umm... referring.

Breya: You wanna be next, corporal?